A Walk With Cosmo.

It’s one of those parralell walks, Cosmo’s in his world and I’m in mine. Just following an unknown path in the woods. Paths in the woods are a bit like paths in real life.

Feeling overwelmed, small, grumpy and anyoyed that I have got to answer the same old questions, those same old questions for every job application. You know the ones, those ones you can never answer because you dont know the answers, yet you’ve had to answer them loads and loads of times before.

‘outline your ideas…. and how you might approach this….. and why are you interested….. how will you fulfill the aims……. how do you meet the person specifacation……..outline relevant experiance and show evidence of interest in this project?

I’ve gone all sulky and I’m walking in the woods saying….. Well…I dont know do I, because I’ve never been there have I, I havent met anyone there, I dont know how the dynamic between the stakeholders works, and I dont know what people living there think. I dont know whats interesting yet or how I’m going to do all the stuff you want to know. I’m not sure whats relevant and I think your person spec sounds like an administrative position and I dont know how to show you evidence of interest in this project either. Is’nt an application evidence of interest, what sort of questions that?

Now….do some peole who think in logical organised processes have generic systematic answers to all these questions and they apply a formula to cover the range of stuff required. Can they invent hypothesis and systems they are going to use, without knowing what they are going to use them on.

me…..I don’t know how I’m going to do it, and when I write what I’m going to do, when I get there I might need to change it, as I can see a better way of doing it, as there are other intersting things i didnt know about before. But I can do it, I just cant tell you yet!

Not much good sending that.

So in the end you just write something and dont agonise over every paragraph cos who ever reads it does’nt know you agonised over it and you really tried hard to answer the questions and it took a day to choose the things you wanted to show them.

or

you just cut and paste from the last two or three applications you made, selected several nice photos and sent the whole thing off before 10.30 in the morning?

So what are the best questions to ask then? oh …. It’s allways about writing, it frustrates me and I’m not in the mood for it. Just get on with it and DO IT, anything, it does not matter, so what if it misses the target. Next time move he target and you might hit it.

These woodland paths widen, narrow, open out, take you to places you dont know, become impassable, lead you into sunny clearings, or go all bumpy. Metahors for life really.

I think our stars must be badly aspected at the moment. (thats mine and Cosmo’s)

I’ve got feckin tooth ache, Gordon Bennet, Jesus H Christ I’ve got tooth ache.

Cosmo was surrounded suddenly by about 4 dogs on the beach and it developed into a bit of a tear up with a Beagle. These make short work of foxes, and it must have mistaken Cosmo for a large yellow fox (retard) and it attacked Cosmo really bad. Do you remember Bjork attacked a cameraman in an airport, it was on the 10 o’clock news years back. This apparently was because she felt her child was in danger with all the Paparazzi in its face, so she took out a cameraman with a rush of protective adrenaline…some story here, I ran into this pack of dogs picked up this Beagle and threw it belly up, head height into the air. This stopped the fighting and we walked off, some woman came up wearing a wet suit and took her beagle away, she did not say a word. Cosmo later I discovered was bleeding from a bite on his ear and by the time we got home he was soaked in blood.

When were up the woods he also had a run in with Sid the Schnauzer, who charged 100 yards (ignoring his owners call to heal) to confront Cosmo, went all kind of flat and low and the inevitable happened as I expected, Sid was out for revenge over the chicken incident some while back now. I could hear his owner shouting out ‘if he gets aggressive kick him hard’. Again I had to separate fighting dogs.

What’s going on here, I am a responsible dog owner?

other news is my wild flower seeds are a disapointment, but some are growing in a bucket in my garden.

I am slightly frustrated as I had wanted to read more about Emile Durkhiem, and totemic societies, but that will have to wait. I have noticed over the years that interests and research for art is often truncated and goes in steps, with other stuff happening in between. The current example of this is my work with maps, been interested in maps for a several years now and have made about 4 large scale mosaics using maps as a theme. I will probably have to make a 5th one soon. This means picking up dormant map ideas (if I have any) and going back to maps. Over the years a body of map work has built up, just that it doesn’t flow in a joined up line. This is a result of of working only on commissioned projects. I dont think there is anything wrong with this, only you can’t strike while the iron is hot, if you see what I mean. Compared to gallery artists who can work in straight uninterrupted lines on their ideas, or can they? blogs show the same pattern due to commitments etc.

So totemic exploration will have to wait untill my ‘little blue hut’ residency later this year.

Me and Cosmo went up the woods the other day to see if there were any signs of wild flowers growing around the oak tree? On the way we met a woman whose sister had a new golden doodle like cosmo, but it had a floating bone in its elbow and they spent £2000 on a leg operation and had to cancel their camping holiday!

We also met a couple with two really aggressive dogs. Not ‘trophy dogs’ like Staff Pit Bull Cross’s, but a Collie and an Alsatian. Peoples explanation of why their dogs behave like this is always interesting and on this occasion it was ‘ever since Sid (the Shnowser who lives in the house with the prize wining bantams) chased the collie right out into the road. Since then just scared of every dog that comes up’.

I was very disappointed to see absolutely see nothing growing on the Radfall mound. The oak tree was equally disapoing as this was our main site and I could see nothing to be enthusiastic about.

When we got home I planted some of the remaing seeds in a bucket, and hope to have more controll over their development and see what things look like when they do grow.

Lost part 1

About a month ago Rachael Howfield (Massey) suggested she might describe one of her LOST experiences. I thought that was a great idea: So here’s my debut lost experience!

I started to realise I was a bit lost as Cosmo was never very far away from me. He was not running off to explore too deep in the woods. I carried on walking confident I would turn left onto a track I recognised soon. I was listening to radio 4 on my phone, Front Row and they were discussing Alfred Hitchcock movies……..

I decided I was lost when I started to take more notice of the sounds of the birds in the woods and any noises outside that were not in my head phones. I realised I was not listening to the radio anymore and my senses were heightened.

I climbed over a stile and into a field to see what I could see? The wind turbine that they recently errected at an a local wildlife park was on my left may be a mile away. I was not exactly lost then. I walked about 20-30 minutes around fields trying to find a tarmac road, I could see houses in the distance, but it was’nt happening. So I went back into the woods just out of spite hoping I might recognize any paths. I had been in these woods on a number of occasions. Thing was I had been in there during winter and now there was so much green growth everywhere the paths were not how I remembered them. Which is probably why I was lost in the first place.

Lost part 2.

This is the totally amazing bit. I went back into the woods and had’nt walked too far and heard a dog barking somewhere? I carried on walking and could see a small tent, just here right deep in the woods. I thought ahh..a kids den, I,ll have a look at that while I’m lost. The barking dog was actually just outside the tent I could see as I got closer. Cosmo was over there and this dog was tied to a tree stump.

Then a bloke came out of the tent and said I should watch where I tread, as his dog had the squirts. He was right and chocolate was apprently the cause. I explained I was totally lost and wanted guidence to Hicks Forstall Road where my car was parked. He said the main track is just over there, follow that all the way and it comes out on that very road.

I asked him if the tent was dry in wet weather as he obviously lived there. I could see water cans and stuff about. He looked like Ben Gunn. He said yeh its fine. I asked him how long he had lived there? He said about a year. I asked him if he grew food here? He said no that was what Morissons was for. I agreed.

I felt a split between wanting to be not lost… and staying to talk with this amazing guy. He was not gushing with chat but seemed friendly enough and he did smell of drink. I decided to see if his directions were right. They were good, and the main path was a minutes from his tent, and I am actually very gratefull to him indeed, as I was proper lost.

I have come across alternative communities living like that Wales, but never just a lone guy with a dog in the woods like that. What were the chances of stumbling across him as well. I thought I might buy him a big bag of proper dog food, as a way of thanks. When I got back to my car I found his initial advice had a lot wisdom. It’s a long way to carry it though… a big bag of dog food. I’ll count the yey’s and nays if anyone reads this post, leave a vote for or against giving him and his dog a bag of dog food.